Why am I cold, I fell asleep warm… I specifically remember being warm when I fell asleep, DAMNIT MADARA!

I knew I wasn't home anymore by the way the sheets itched and the mattress poked at my back uncomfortably. Somehow that sneaky Uchiha had stole me away to an unknown location without waking me.

My eyes hadn't even opened, yet I knew he wasn't far.

I was sleeping in bed with him for the first time, and honestly, I didn't know how he could stand it. In midst of my slumber I had found a way to completely intertwine myself into him. My head on his bare chest- my arms all over his face and hair- and legs coiled around his left leg like a Boa.

Groggily I opened my eyes to an ill decorated Motel Suite. I was on a cheap bed with blankets kicked to the floor he apparently got hot. My now Fiancée was sleeping next to me with a faint peaceful expression resting on his face.

"Madara," I released him from my constricting embrace. "Wake up," he rolled his eyes open and sighed like I had just interrupted him from something important.

Devoid of emotion he grumbled, "Wow, you woke me up for once. I'm in shock." Thanks for the attitude. As I sat up I could feel his eyes gaze over my body as if I were a dollar lost on the street floor; finders keepers.

I ignored his needing eyes and stretched upwards to crack my aching back. Not pleased with my neglect his rough large hands yanked me back to the bed and reigned over my body. His morning breath blew over my face causing me to cough and pull away. "Ah no," I laughed breathlessly as he leaned over me for a 'good morning kiss.'

He had a mischievous smile on his face, "What?" Hard lips briskly pecked mine and trailed down my jaw. He was practically a stranger but we fooled around like we had known each other forever.

"Your breath," I sheepishly remarked at my distaste. His teeth grazed over a sensitive part on my neck provoking me to cringe. I'm so sore.

"Yours isn't great either, Princess." I covered my mouth and giggled, a sound that he appeared to enjoy. "We're going to be married, which means you're going to have to deal with my unattractive qualities- and I yours."

I rolled my eyes, "I have zero unattractive qualities."

"You have plenty," He stated in complete assurance, as if it were a fact of gravity or a simple arithmetic problem.

I folded my arms and reflected the same Uchiha pose of annoyance that he nearly always gave me. "Like what?"

He sat up with me and counted the numbers on his fingers, "one, you're secretive- two, you throw shit and have temper tantrums- three, you eat like a bird."

"-that's not unattractive."

"It is when I have to sit there and watch you push your food around for an hour." Whatever, don't watch me than. "Anyway- you're a quitter, you play games, you're pushy, a complete brat, you flaunt your body-"

"I do not!"

A daft look plastered over his face, "Yes you do." By the way he smiled throughout our banter, I could tell he enjoyed arguing with me- like it was a sport to him.

"I'm done with your list," I stood up from the bed and strutted away. He watched me like I was a ticking bomb with 3 seconds on the clock. I could see him counting as I walked in the bathroom.

3,2, 1

I gasped unexpectedly as I flicked on the light and revealed my disheveled body. "Madara Uchiha!" I snapped accusingly.

He walked in after me and watched as I pushed my hair back to reveal the line of dark purple hickeys that traveled from my jaw to my shoulder. "My gift to you, sweetheart," he leaned against the door post and admired his handy work. I reached for the closest object and chucked it at him.

He dodged the tissue box, "see, unattractive qualities."

"You tainted my body!"

The brute walked behind me and pulled me against him, lowering his chin to lie on top of my head. Those intimidating large hands of his rested against my hips and rubbed them tenderly as he gazed into the mirror. He was entertained by something, but I couldn't tell what. I looked into the mirror with him to find what was so funny.

I could now see what others saw as they looked at us. We looked strange together, an unlikely match. He was unpolished and intimidating- and I looked more to be his captive than a wife. When the world saw us, I could only imagine it thought 'deviance.' As if I had found a loophole in fate and escaped grim reality through a wormhole into the most bizarre unrealistic dream world.

"You look far too classy for this motel," he looked at me through the mirror.

I sighed and brushed down my nightgown, "yah, looks can be deceiving."

"Is that humbleness I see? I thought I beat that out of you." He pushed me off balance and picked me off the floor. I gasped in terror of what he was planning on doing next. The savage man carried me over his shoulder to the bed and threw me down.

I hit the mattress hard, knocking the breath out of my lungs. He maneuvered on top of me, holding his weight up on his hands and knees. The dark black eyes I had grown accustomed to were feverish and warm, "Some men dream of a modest peaceful existence; a life where they can come in and go without disturbing anything. I am not one of those men and you are not one of those women who play pretty trophy wife. So let's not pretend to be something we're not, Princess."

"I don't know what you mean." I grunted and turned away in fake dismay. I really am an open book aren't I?

"I wouldn't marry you if I didn't know who you were. You're a woman who wants a life divergent to rules and morality, I like that and I can help you."

He pushed down the strap of my night gown and kissed the bare shoulder. "Get off me you big oaf, I have no idea what you're rambling about. My God, old men truly do like to just go on and on!"

He growled nastily, "I'm not old."

Ha, he's sensitive about his age. "You're decrepit."

"I'm only six years older than you."

"ANCIENT!" I challenged him further. He's right, I do like to play games.

He stood up from me, "I'd love to bicker with you, but I have things I need to get done." He slipped his shirt over his chest and buckled his shoes. He planted a kiss on my forehead, "I have to finish my mission. I won't be back till tomorrow morning."

"So are you going to walk into my father's office and go- Hey, so I had premarital's with your daughter last night and I'm going to take her back with me to my evil lair to be my personal chef and babymaker. Bout that whole 'protect her' mission, yah I failed pretty hardcore. Too-dals" Madara grunted at my blunt sarcasm as he loaded his weapon pouch and attached his Katana, you're going to need it, Buddy!

He bent forward and kissed my forehead one last time, "I will be back tomorrow morning, here." He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and laid three hundred on the mattress. "Don't forget to eat, by some new clothes too. Keep your head down, and stay safe while on the street. Be ready early in the morning, I want to get a head start on our journey."

"To where?"

"You'll see."

"Are you taking me back to your clan?"

He walked to the door, "Not yet."

"Where?!" I snapped at him as he opened the door to the room.

"You'll have to wait." He stopped mid strut and walked back like he forgot something. "Hand," I cautiously handed it to him- What's he doing? He grabbed my wrist tightly and said a couple gibberish words.

Content with whatever freak-show thing he did, he walked back away. "What was that? Now who's being secretive?"

He smiled, "It's a tracking marker so I can hunt you down if you run."

"-THE HELL!" I rubbed my wrist violently to smear whatever he put on it. "I hate you."

"Liar." He mocked me and shut the door behind him.

I picked up the three hundred from the bed and carefully considered what this was going to today. Clothes, I looked down at my nightgown that I hadn't changed out of yet. Check! Ok, food…I should probably get something later on. I still have 150 to burn…

PARTY!

I was thankful I had a long walk back to the palace. I needed to seriously consider what I was going to say to the Daimyo about not only Bella but the two buried in the garden.

The palace came in over the horizon. Servants were running crazy outside along with several armed palace guards. One of the Guards spotted me and came rushing to my side. "Where's the Prince and Princess's!" He demanded behind his armor mask.

I ignored him and went on walking through the front gate. Several servants stopped dead in their tracks as they saw me approaching the main doors; whispers broke out. "He looks mad, I bet someone's dead. I wonder if he killed anyone."

As soon as I had pushed the front door open the Daimyo of Fire barraged me with questions. "Where's my Bella, is she ok? Please tell me she is not hurt! What about Beniko and the Prince, where have they gone? Talk to me Uchiha, where is she?!" His face was purple from lack of oxygen.

His old red faced bitch and their sickly looking twins stood a distance away. They hovered over our conversation with a façade of a worry. If only I had more time to finish off the other three.

"I'd like to speak to you privately." I turned to the King.

He turned on his heel and marched to his study. "Of course, come!"

His wife ran out in front of him, furious with his eagerness. "You're just going to let him tell you what to do without answering any of our questions!"

The old man stopped and leaned his head back to glare at the ceiling, he looked to be on his last nerve with her, "Woman, shut your mouth and stand back. I know somehow this is your fault! Give me the only right I have as your husband to demand, and stand silent!" She froze with her mouth wide open and gasped at his nasty remark. Although she was stunned, she found her place next to her young ones and stayed back.

I accompanied the distressed father to his study and shut the door behind us, making sure no one lingered outside of it. "So where is she, Madara. Please tell me my sweet baby girl is ok?! What about Beniko and Haji, they're missing too."

I nodded, "Bella's ok." A captured breath released from his clutched chest. He breathed easily and leaned against his desk frailly. "Thank God, why is she not home than?" Bella is the only one he's concerned about, that's rather funny.

"The Prince and Beniko eloped. I saw them leaving together on his horse last night. Bella's hidden in town so your wife can't pull anything." That's a rather good lie, if I don't say so myself. Being around Bella has improved my deception skills.

He messaged his temples sorely and moaned. "You're kidding, they didn't?" –I remained silent.- "I knew my wife was planning something with Beniko about the Prince, but this? This is dastardly, even for her. I have no idea what to do anymore. Her birthday is Thursday, and Carla is obviously as ambitious as ever to keep Bella's head in the noose. What do you suggest I do?"

I shrugged coolly, "Let me take her with me to the Uchiha HQ."

It appeared in the short time we had been talking he had aged progressively. His wrinkles sagged deeper, more solemn. He mulled over the thought bitterly and shook his head, "Take her with you? What for, what are you thinking?" He looked to be at the end of his rope, and that's exactly where I wanted him. The more desperate he was, the more likely he would be to saying yes to anything.

"Since we are stationed on the border of Fire and Wind, neither nations can regulate us. She'll be safe there and I will personally see to it that she is happy."

His forehead wrinkled and he faced a reaction of shock, "Personally, for how long?"

"For as long as I can."

"Why would-"

I cut him off, "Lord Shijimi, I would like to marry her."

He clutched his chest as if he were in the middle of a heart attack, "marry," he breathed. "She told you about her power, you just want her for her gift. Why else could you possibly want my daughter?"

You sound just like her. I was becoming vexed with everyone's ill image of me. "I do know, but I don't want her for her power. I want her because she is rare and beautiful, I'm at peace when I'm with her and I feel hope. I wouldn't care if she had her Kekkei Genkai or not, because I don't ever plan on using her in war. I prefer my battles to be won from talent and strategy, using her would be overkill and frankly cheating." I could wash the floor with the Senju with her power, but I'd prefer to have the satisfaction in doing so personally. Although I was curious to see Hashirama's face when he saw who and what I married.

He bowed his head, he was cornered. It was either let her die or let her marry me, and for some reason he was struggling choosing the right answer. "You know your marriage with her won't be legal. You have to be a Prince or higher to marry a Princess in this land."

"I don't care for legality, the marriage is merely a token of commitment for her. I could live with simple co-habitation." Marriage is a ridiculous ceremony where women get to play dress up, but if it makes her happy…

He bowed his head in frustration. "I failed her mother, I couldn't keep her safe or happy!"

I put my hand on his shoulder and shook him out of it. Now wasn't the time to be losing grip, "Through me you are taking good care of her. She will be happy and she will have everything she could ever want."

He stared precariously though red irritated eyes, "what do you want in return?"

Game, set, match. "Help me feed her. I have no other way of putting food on her plate."

He took in a deep breath and let it out heavily. "I only came to the Uchiha with this mission because I heard they were heartless power seekers." I crossed my arms and glared impatiently, where is he going with this? "Uchiha's I also heard were disciplined and took missions seriously. I was afraid any other man would take advantage of my daughter in their time watching her... I suppose," he looked up at me and gave a light hearted sigh. "My attempts no matter what would have been futile. She's an enchanting beauty like… her." I could see he was thinking about Bella's mother, the way he gazed off while speaking."Your love is similar to the one I had for her mother- I hope with all my heart yours ends better."

"What happened to her mother?" Bella refuses to tell me anything.

He looked up to the ceiling, as if he could see her in heaven now. "Her mother was struck by lightning, when Bell was a little girl. I suppose... I was never meant to be with her." So Bella killed her... and she never told him. "I lost my mind when she died, and I promised at her grave that I'd take care of our daughter… and I fully intend on keeping that promise."

A dusty light bulb had just turned on in his head and enlightened him. He sat down at his desk and scribbled down on a piece of paper. "Go now, and play your role in her 'search.' I want my wife to think Bella has run away and if you're looking along with the guards I think she'll buy it. At the end of the day I will release you of your duties." He stood up and folded the note into a small square and walked it to the end of the room. There was a hawk in a cage waiting to carry messages for the old ruler. "You will go home with my daughter and keep her happy. For as long as she is alive, I will send your clan food and resources."

I smiled victoriously, that was too easy. Bella must have gotten her easily manipulated nature from her father.

He released the hawk and turned around, "promise me you will give her everything you can and you can go."

"I promise," I have the girl, the blessing, the mission compensation, and the greatest defense to protect my family. What the hell did I do to deserve these results?

"This girl's crazy!" I heard a guy say behind me as I downed another shot. I wasn't feeling anything yet, maybe I'm just drinking wrong?

I sat up from the bar stool and stretched. My new dress was as non-princess as it could get. Cutting just above the knee in its white and navy stripe material, it fit perfectly around my chest allowing a bit of cleavage, my father would probably keel over if he saw me in it.

A strong arm wrapped around me from behind and squeezed me tightly, "Madara?"

I turned around to see an auburn haired man smiling sensuously, "Senshi, but you were close! Come dance with me cutie." He pulled me to the dance floor and released me to the high beat music that I had never heard before.

Oh well, it's just dancing!

As the stranger and I jumped up and down to the music I started to feel my stomach churn. The world swayed with every step as if I were on a giant boat. Oh, I get it now. A drunken state is delayed, it appears it is acquired after a half an hour. I looked up at the clock, I had started taking shots at 8 pm it was now 8:27. Oh no, I took like six shots. Is that going to have an outstanding effect on me?

I rubbed my hand over the small bulge in my pocket; her ring was still safely tucked away. She's going to freak out when she sees it. In my left hand I had a large shopping bag filled with more treasures for my soon to be wife. I don't know why I keep buying her stuff, am I going to be one of those husbands?

My plans didn't take as long as I thought they were going to. I was arriving six hours earlier than I had predicted and I was happy to be done with that mess.

I opened the door to our motel room and threw the bag at the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Why the fuck is she not in here, is she really stupid enough to run from me? …. Did someone take her?

I triggered my Sharingan and activated the hunter mark seal I had placed on her earlier. It took a few seconds, but her trail of foot prints illuminated a bright violet hue. This particular seal I had learned from my father. He placed this seal on Izuna when he was younger and ran away often at the faintest notion of a bath. It was a clever Jutsu that contaminated the sufferer's Chakra flow to seep through the skins pores. A pigment would be left behind that could only be seen with the Sharingan.

I finally found an advantage to having a woman who refuses to wear shoes. The dark fine printed foot marks trailed out of the motel and down the merchant street. It was dark outside, only the night goer's inhabited the road as they got drunk and swayed home.

I swear I'll kill her, they stopped not far from the Motel- she had chosen a bar close to where she was supposed to be.

I walked inside the crowded bar pushing several inebriated idiots to the floor in my temper. Someone's drink spilled on my shoes soaking them, I glared down the stoned women who had poured it.

"Hey cutie," she smiled and wavered unbalanced on her feet. In retrospect a month ago I would have picked the bar-hag up and taken her back with me, but I had a far more preferable women to find and destroy.

"Fuck off, bitch." I snapped at the wench and followed the trail of foot prints to my woman in the arms of another man.

I held my breath attempting to calm my temper, I couldn't risk drawing attention to her and having someone recognize who she was. I walked over to the couple and tapped the man on the shoulder.

He turned around, "Hey man, can't you see I'm with someone?"

Involuntarily my fist cracked him across the jaw knocking him to the floor with a quick thud. I think I handled that pretty well. Bella tripped over him laughing her ass off. "Oh nooo, S-sen-shi! Why's did you fell?" A few people glanced over but went back to dancing as if an unconscious man on the ground was normal.

My idiot wife-to-be didn't even notice me standing a foot away from her. I'm seriously going to knock you down next, push me Bella, I swear I'll fucking hammer you. I picked my inebriated Fiancee up and over my shoulder. "I'm up!" She giggled again and made wooshing noises like she was gliding in the air.

As soon as we were out of the crowded bar and into a lightly populated street I put he down on her wobbling feet. "I'm down," she frowned and made a faint crashing noise. I picked her chin up and looked dead into her eyes with my Sharingan, "Oh no scary eyes!"

"What were you doing in there?" I sound like my fucking Dad.

Realizing what was going on and who I was now, she bowed her head and stuttered in panic, "I-I-I-I-I,"

"I?"Don't hit her, if you hit her she'll cry… God damnit, I just want to smack the shit out of her.

Back on track she continued, "party!" She went back to her jubilant sloppy dancing on the street.

I waved my finger at her, "no party. How much have you drink?" I put my hands on her shoulders to halt her idiotic dancing.

Slowly she counted on her fingers and re-counted, then re-counted again. She stopped at eight and moved to nine, then back to eight. She gave up and shrugged, "not bad, it was fun!"

I growled, "I didn't ask you how your day was." I'm not going to get anywhere with her.

I threw her back over my shoulder, and walked back to the motel. "Woosh up!" If I wasn't so mad that she had disobeyed me I'd probably be having fun with her. She was an annoying drunk, but she was entertaining too.

Arctic cold water engulfed me and shocked my nerves. I gasped underneath the water as I awoke in the polar plunge. I sat up from the small bath of glacial water and rolled out of the bath tub aimlessly falling a short distance to the tiled floor. My head cracked again the hard ground and I impulsively curled up into a ball holding my head between my knees.

"You think that hurt? Imagine your hangover." Madara was leaned against the sink watching me with angry red eyes.

I tried to think back on my last memory, but could only remember the dress store. "I'm sorry," I sat up and held my knees to my chest. What did I do? … I got drunk, oh no. "I'm a horrible person, I probably worried you and you shouldn't have to be bothered by me."

He dropped a towel on top of my head and I dried myself with it, "You're right, I was worried."

I knew it, I don't know how I'm going to make this up to him. He bent down and helped me up from the soaking wet floor. He took the towel from my hand and dried my hair for me. "and if you ever do that to me again I'll beat you into yesterday."

"That doesn't sound fun," I grimaced.

He gave a light hearted chuckle, "so you should avoid it."

He dropped the towel to the floor and reached his hands around my dress to unzip it. He kissed me with fever as the dress hit the ground. I was near completely exposed to him, a state that he liked me in.

His thumbs hooked around my panties and pulled them down. "What are you doing?"

He lifted me on top of the sink counter pulled down his pants. "What do you think?"

"… but here?" Without delay he pushed into me and pulled my knees farther apart for better access.

"Shut up and lean back." My shoulders reclined against the mirror as my hands held the faucet and hand towel rack for support. He ruthlessly grinded against me and slammed in and out as if he were trying to prove something. "You looked like you liked him." He snarled as he yanked at my damp hair.

"Who?" What's he going on about? God this feels good, I wish he'd pull my hair harder. The pain mixed in with the indescribable pleasure causing a fluctuation of feeling developing over me.

"The guy you were dancing with at the bar," my eyes bugged out uh oh what did I do?

He pulled out of me and flipped me over so I was bending over in front of the counter. I moved my hands to grip the edges as he drove himself back in. "I don't know who you're talking about, but I'm sure I didn't like him."

"Damn fucking right." He pulled my hair yanked my head back. "If I ever fucking see you with another man again I'll slit your throat over his dead body."

I closed my eyes tightly feeling myself ready to explode, "It won't happen again." I screamed.

Suddenly he stopped, depriving me of my much needed orgasm. "You like to play games? Well I do to, and we can play this game all night." He pushed back into me and went full speed again.

I shut my eyes and relaxed into his aggressive thrusts. But I know how to win this game. "You know sweetie, technically you're a pedophile."

The thrusts slowed to a stop and I opened my eyes and turned around to see what the problem was. He stared at me deadpan with annoyance and resentment.

He pulled out and grunted nastily at me as he readjusted his pants. He gave my ass a fierce smack as he walked out of the bathroom.

"What's the holdup, baby?" I win.

"I lost my fucking erection." He threw his shirt across the room next to a bag I hadn't seen before.

The brute man sat down on the bed and adjusted his shoes. "Oh, you don't like to think about how you've taken an innocent child into your bed?"

"Shut up," he snapped and threw a shoe across the room. "Tomorrow you're going to be an adult and my wife, so you better be fucking ready."